The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-17

dear Arthur" said Nora, raising her
beautiful eyes to his, you do not know how
long to meet your gentle mother How 1
shall love herw exclaimed she, with rap
ture-a real lady to call 'mother'-and
whom she could win by her loving atten-
lions TO call her daughter"
Sir Arthur gazed wistfulIy at Nora and
trembled-he knew not why.
When they arrived at the station at
Stonehenge they found the carriage await
ing Sir Arthur-not Nora-for he had made
no mention of her.
. Andrew, the faithful servant of the Bee
consfields advanced to meet his young mas
ter with smiling face as he beheld the ia
miliar face as he alghted from the railway
carriage.
Sir Arthur first assisted young and beau
tiful lady to alight, and then shook the old
retainer warmly by the hand.
Andrew" said Sir Arthur, as Lady
Nora took his arm, "this is my wife, Lady
Nora
Nora smiled graciously and put forward
her small, gloved hand
Andrews establishment was so great that
he forgot his manners and stared almost
rudely. Sir Arthur's engagement with
Lady Betty was so well known and had
been so much talked about that the servants
of the hall had taken it as Il foregone con-
clusion that soon after Sir Arthur's return
there would be a grand wedding and the &C
companying festivities.
As the carriage approached the Castle
Nora thought she had never seen anything
so lovely before.
The sloping lawn shaven smoothly looked
like velvet, while the terraces and bowers,
the urns and vases full of flowers of varied
hues and the immense trees overshadowing
the avenues seemed like fairy land.
The fountains cast their silver spray aloft
and then fell in shining mist in their marble
basins in which white swans were floating
while peeping at the prancing horses from
leafy shrubs could be seen the bright eyes
of deer with their antlerS toy: ering above
the boughs.
The sparkling river beyond with the rus
tic bridges overhanging and the pleasure
boats moored to the piers was most en-
traucing.
The hill beyond showed the handsome
house of Lord Dudly with its lofty towers.
Nora gave an exclamation of delight as
she came in view of the castle.
She saw stately marble pile with i'm
mense pillars the sculptured bases carved
with leafy friezes. The windows with their
many colors cast shadows like rainbows all
below
"You think it beautiful then, my loveg'
said Sir Arthur, pleased at the delight of
his beautiful darling.
eyes, my husband! so very beautiful
And this is to be my homer cried Nora,
with paling face and abated breath.
eyes, my love! l hope you will spend
many, many happy days within its walls"
90, am sure cannot be but happy in
this lovely some, my husband" cried Nora.
"And hope, my darling, you will never be
disappointed in your mountain bride, con-
tinued she, seeing a shadow of trouble on
his face.
"That am sure never will be, sweet
wifer' said Sir Arthur, gazing at her beau
| tiful, upturned face with the deepest affec-
| ton Remember, whatever may hap
pen your husband loves you always-th he
would willingly give up father, mother,
| friendS-evervthing for your sake!n
''Would you! O., would you'll my own
darling! o, what bliss! what rapture to be
loved like this!" cried the delighted girl,
looking into the face of her husband and
clasping her small, white hands in rap
ture.
As they approached the castle the great
doors of the entrance were thrown open,
displaying rows of liveried servants ranged
on each side, forming wall of protection.
The valet, dressed in livery of gold lace
and scarlet cloth, came to the carriage and,
throwing open the door, said at the same
| time bowiug low:
welcome, my lord; welcome home
again"
But seeing Lady Noras sweet face he
started-but well-bred English servant sell
dom shows outwardly any surprise he may
feel in the presence of his superiors-so he
merely bowed again, and ushered the pair
through the rows of smiling, bewildered at
tendants to the drawing room, where the
stately father and lady mother awaited their
son.
1.-THE father was steel and the mother was
stone
They lifted the latch and they bade him be-
gone.
But loud on the morrow their wall and their
cry,
He had laughed on the lass with her bonny
blue eye"
Sir Walter Scott.